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Мы обитатели тёмных саванн, народ салам,
Не спиться сова, может быть и не спится вам.
Катит по путям трамвай дэпо пора
По углам, во дворах травится детвора.
Аяяй яйй яйй...любимая страна,
Где же она твоя хорошая сторона?
Очередной кандидат в никуда,
Просит голос отдать и тогда нас минует беда.
Это обман, нам всем пи*да.
Неизвестно только по какой из причин и когда.
Хотя тут каждый третий - макака с пустой головой,
А каждого второго надо депортировать домой.
Величина чина иначе не может,
Для них нет законов и правил дорожных.
Пока кто-то лезет вон из кожи,
Они там разучились даже пиз*ить осторожно.
Мой район...ночью и днём курим и поём.
Мой район...курим и поём, курим и поём.
Мой район...Мой район...
У меня из под пера вылетают искры,
Пока собирают пацаны в копилку судебные иски.
Я обожаю тискать...
Ведь у меня всем кискам киска!
Кто-то подымется, кого-то посадят,
Кто-то не светится, но мне кажется зря,
Ведь не даром люди говорят: "Жизнь одна!".
Надо успеть выпить её до дна.
Мой район...ночью и днём курим и поём.
Мой район...курим и поём, курим и поём.
Мой район...Мой район...
We are the inhabitants of the dark savannah, the people of the salam,
Do not sleep the owl, maybe you can’t sleep.
Rolls along the paths of tram DEPO it's time
In the corners, children are poisoned in the yards.
Ayaya Yaki Yasi ... beloved country,
Where is she your good side?
Another candidate to nowhere,
He asks to give a voice and then trouble will pass us.
This is a deception, we all pi*yes.
It is not known only for which of the reasons and when.
Although every third is a macaque with an empty head,
And every second one must be deported home.
The size of the rank cannot otherwise,
For them there are no laws and rules of road.
While someone is climbing out of the skin,
They have forgotten how to even cautiously forgotten there.
My area ... We smoke at night and day and sing.
My area ... we smoke and sing, smoke and sing.
My district ... my district ...
I have sparks from under the pen,
While the boys are being collected in the piggy bank.
I love to squeeze ...
After all, I have all the pussies of pussy!
Someone will rise, someone will be imprisoned,
Someone does not glow, but it seems to me in vain
It’s not for nothing that people say: "Life is alone!"
We must have time to drink it to the bottom.
My area ... We smoke at night and day and sing.
My area ... we smoke and sing, smoke and sing.
My district ... my district ...
Do not sleep the owl, maybe you can’t sleep.
Rolls along the paths of tram DEPO it's time
In the corners, children are poisoned in the yards.
Ayaya Yaki Yasi ... beloved country,
Where is she your good side?
Another candidate to nowhere,
He asks to give a voice and then trouble will pass us.
This is a deception, we all pi*yes.
It is not known only for which of the reasons and when.
Although every third is a macaque with an empty head,
And every second one must be deported home.
The size of the rank cannot otherwise,
For them there are no laws and rules of road.
While someone is climbing out of the skin,
They have forgotten how to even cautiously forgotten there.
My area ... We smoke at night and day and sing.
My area ... we smoke and sing, smoke and sing.
My district ... my district ...
I have sparks from under the pen,
While the boys are being collected in the piggy bank.
I love to squeeze ...
After all, I have all the pussies of pussy!
Someone will rise, someone will be imprisoned,
Someone does not glow, but it seems to me in vain
It’s not for nothing that people say: "Life is alone!"
We must have time to drink it to the bottom.
My area ... We smoke at night and day and sing.
My area ... we smoke and sing, smoke and sing.
My district ... my district ...
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